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Not ShatteredTristan chuckles as he looks down at the fallen heroes, walking leisurely through the bodies, hands in his pockets. It’s always much too easy in the beginning- no one ever sees it coming.
He would’ve thought that this time would’ve been different. This particular group of heroes should’ve known him much better than most. He’d been on their team for years as a child- or had they simply forgotten about him when he left? The thought brings a bitter taste to his mouth, and he buries it back down where it belongs. Those days are behind him, and he has risen so far above those years of being ignored and in pain. He has made them kneel.
Two of the heroes in particular catch his eye, and he smirks, striding over to them. A green skinned girl and a boy in a blue and black suit- so much older looking now- lie sprawled on the floor of the warehouse. It’s quite a satisfying sight. He had been friends with them, once, but over the years he came to realize they ha
Heroes In Training-Scatterbrain
Secret ID: Tristan Maxwell Hart
Meaning: Tristan: Noise, Maxwell : Marcus's Stream, Hart : Strong
Superhero Alias: Scatterbrain
Meaning/Reason: From his ability to scramble people's thoughts and memories, as well as his own scatterbrained mind.
Nationality: Welsh and Dutch
Birthplace: Boulder, Colorado
Places Lived: Boulder, Colorado, Gotham City
Current Residence: Gotham City/ Happy Harbor
Birthday: February 10th
Eye Color: bluish green
Hair Color: light brown
Hair Type: Curly
Physical Description: Skinny and long-limbed, with a very small amount of muscle tone. His skin is very pale, with sharp and angular facial features and a smattering of freckles. His hair is fairly short and very curly and seems to get bigger the more stressed out he gets. He has a very wide, toothy smile, big eyes, and
A Picnic Among the StarsSummer was a rather hectic time at Camp Half-blood. During the other seasons it was nearly dead, and as much as Gloria loved the hustle and bustle that June and July brought well she would be lying if she said she didn't miss the peace and quiet, at least a little bit. So it was nice to spend a few hours with Travis in the strawberry fields, away from all the noise and people.
Travis had completely surprised her, dragging her out to the strawberry fields without a single hint of why they were going there. He even made her close her eyes. But she hadn't seen him the whole day, so it hardly mattered to her where they went, as long as they were together.
"Here we are," Travis said proudly, bringing her to a stop. "You can open your eyes now."
She grinned and cracked open her eyes, gasping at what she saw, her hands coming up to her mouth.
A bright red picnic blanket was nestled back behind a strawberry bush, loaded down with a big, traditional picnic basket, a couple of pillows and e
SpidersQuinn Phillips wasn't scared of many things. Heights? Please. Snakes? No problem. Scary movies? Bring it on. It was one of those things she prided herself in, and yeah, maybe bragged about, just a bit.
Spiders were an entirely different matter.
They were literally out to get her. And no matter what Reed said, she wasn't exaggerating. They tracked her down, and once they found her they were relentless.
Liam had seen it first. She was on the other side of the cabin, reading a book in her bunk, when she heard his absolutely bloodcurdling scream. Following the scream was loud thud and a series of crashing noises, and then another scream. "Quinn!"
Not all that concerned, Quinn closed her book with an exasperated sigh and made her way towards the ongoing cacophony. Liam was crouched under the floor with wide, fearful eyes, and a pile of books splayed out across the floor. Quinn rolled her eyes. "What, Liam?" she sighed, with the tone of someone who was clearly used to this. Liam turne
WrongEverything had gone wrong, terribly horribly wrong. It had been a simple battle, a small monster fight that wasn't supposed to take much effort. No one was supposed to get hurt.
He glanced down at the blood blossoming through the fabric of his shirt. He should feel pain, he though vaguely, but all he felt for the moment was numb. Detached. Seemingly far away, the sounds of battle still went on. No one had noticed him yet. With the crashes of the waning fight lost in the background, his eyes closed and his sword slipped from his hands. Was he falling? Suddenly, he couldn't tell. The thoughts in his head had thoroughly turned to mush, making everything tinny and out of focus. His face was pressed into something soft and slightly itchy now. He felt tired, so tired, and his brain was moving at a rather sluggish pace. Surely his friends wouldn't mind if he just rested for a minute
"Micah!" A voice screamed, painfully familiar to his ears. Hands came to his face, gentle and warm
87. GunshotsEverything had been so normal and perfect; Quinn really should've been more suspicious.
The day had almost gone too well. All her homework was perfectly in order (which was usual, but still), her siblings had not said a word to her, neither had any of the stupid girls at school and here's the real shockerschool lunch wasn't half as bad as it usually was.
Well, she thought. Today is just a day full of miracles.
But it wasn't.
She had been so close to safety, so close to a chance of life that it was almost cruel. In fact, it was. A couple feet more and she would've been off to do her homework, yell at her siblings and catch up on the TV she had missed.
Not dead on contact.
Not in an ambulance.
Not six feet under.
Oh, she had heard the gunshots all right.
Warmth Robbie had been having the absolute worst day, and the weather more than reflected his mood. Dark, gray and swirling, the clouds hung in a thick blanket overhead, letting out a torrential downpour of freezing rain. His umbrella had long since been lost, and maybe he would've taken the time to find if he had known all the water on this earth would be coming down directly over Frisco exactly when he was walking home.
The walk wasn't short, and the rain slowed Robbie down tremendously. By the time he reached his apartment, he was soaked to the bone and frozen solid. He fumbled through his drenched pockets for his key, the cold making his mind a little foggy. Fingers finally closing around the slick piece of metal, Robbie pulled it out and tried to unlock the door. But his hands were shaking too much, and they key didn't seem to fit in the lock at all. After a few more agonizing seconds, the door swung open by itself, and
Ruined Things Robbie lay sprawled on the green-and-yellow checkered linoleum floor, without any real drive to get up. It occurred to him that he had been laying like that for nearly an hour. His books lay askew down the hall, papers trampled and crushed by the massive stampede of students that had gone raging by. They had all gone now. And out of the many hundreds of students, not a single one of them had made any move to help him, make sure he was okay, or at the very least pick up his stuff. No, of course they hadn't.
He sat up slowly, only vaguely aware that every part of his body ached and that he was probably just one big bruise at this point. But that sort of pain didn't really affect him much anymore. But for the first time after any bout of bullying he had ever endured, he felt utterly broken. He didn't know why. It felt as if something had just snapped inside him, and there was no repairing it.
The one machine he c
PurpleRemy stood next to Micah in the now-empty shell of the living room, feet crackling on the plastic covering the floor. Leaning down to dip her big paint brush in the bright purple paint, she looked up at Micah and sighed.
"I still don't see why we couldn't have paid someone to do this," she muttered for the thousandth time, painting a large streak of violet against the white wall. Micah grinned, dipping his paintbrush in the paint and dripping all over the thankfully covered carpet. In the first thirty seconds of painting, he had already managed to get paint all over his clothes and a big smudge across his nose.
"Because, love, we are perfectly capable of doing this ourselves," he said, painting a huge streak across the wall for emphasis. A smile tugged at the corners of Remy's mouth, and she suppressed a laugh.
"So basically, you're a cheapskate," she said teasingly, turning her head to grin at him. He pouted, shaking his head.
"Nuh-uh. I'm a businessman."
Court Room Scene - Eren x Reader (Actor!AU) The first kick. That was the cue for Mikasa and I to try and reach Eren. Obviously, Mikasa was held back by Armin, and I was handcuffed to a pole besides Eren, so I'm supposed to struggle, trying to stop Levi, and as stated in the script, maybe growl a little bit.
"Don't!" I shout, wriggling against my restraints. Everything is going to script, that is, until Levi's next hit actually makes contact with Eren's body. Hard.
"Eren!" I screech, trying to get closer to him as he groans in pain. "Levi, you dick!"
"Cut!" The director calls out. Finally, he did something right. About goddamn time.
"Oh god, sorry Eren, I swear I didn't mean that." Levi actually looks concerned, and completely out of character.
"Yeah, well sorry doesn't cut it," I hiss, glaring at my co-star as the fake handcuffs are taken off me, allowing me to move. First thing I do is start checking where Eren was kicked in the face, his nose now bleeding. "He's lucky you didn't break his no
Pretty Nice (BertoltxReader) (AM)
The rough material of hand-me-down sheets brushed against your skin as you rolled over in your bed, your eyes rolling back behind your lashes. The room was dark, and sleep was beginning to over come you. Among the snoring and quiet mumbling of your sleeping room mates, you heard the faint creaking of the door hinges and quiet footsteps enter the dorm. Your eyebrows furrowed together, and you became still, listening carefully for the sound to continue, but relaxed when you heard the bunk above you groan as it's owner turned. You released a deep breath and nuzzled your head deeper into your pillow, allowing yourself to doze off into slumber.
"Mom..." You heard a voice whisper, but your brain was too lost in sleep to identify your own affectionate nickname.
"Ma...!" You frowned and scrunched up your nose. What was that sound? It was disrupting your rest...
"Just grab her and let's go!" The whispers were getting more urgent.
"No, don't! You'll scare her-" Two strong arms scooped you up and
Angel!Italy x Reader: Your Guardian Angel of Pasta There's a thing I've been told since I could remember. When a baby is born, the first kiss upon it's head belongs to it's guardian angel. I've always dreamed of meeting my guardian angel. Every time I felt a presence behind me and there was no one there, I knew it was just my angel watching over me. When I die...I'll get to meet them and they'll stay by my side in my heaven for eternity. Of course, I never knew when it would happen. I would have never imagined...it would happen so soon when I was young, not yet 21.
l was walking to my next class at (College Name). It was Friday, game day. I had to try and get through the rest of this day so I can go back to the dorms and take a long deserved nap. As I was walking that way, I stopped for lunch. As I was in line, a strange feeling came over me. I had a craving for pasta. Shaking it off, I got mac n cheese. I could have sworn when I got it, I heard someone say "Oh fantastico! Mi bella loves pasta!
what i can do? I am your poison.Each day drop after drop, i short your soul- and you love me the same...soft and so tender,each day. .. i make you to see thinks that doesn't belongs to me...that are not IN me...those thinks you need -to exist- they will never reborn ,even knowing i hurt you. Your love, your pasion - for poor me- gave me a feel of being humble and lost, you enter on my soul and your power to love is seems to be an eternity...Oh, my Lord...what criminal I can be-to let you loving me with such a crazy way - like there is NO tomorrow ,and each day and each night is like the last one for you ...with me...
The right time, the right pathThe cold and refreshing water was streaming down Katerina’s delicate face. She closed the golden tap of the luxurious restroom she was in, caught a clean white towel and looked to herself through the mirror while wiping her face.
Her expression was so different from the usual happy one she had that it made her scared. Her dark green eyes seemed to be very tired and she had Dark Circles around them. Sadness and preoccupation were dominant in her countenance and it was visible that she was almost crying.
The closer the Bladebreakers were getting to the Russian championship the more Kate was feeling worried that way. Her head was about to explode and the pressure over her shoulders was too big for her to handle. Moreover the fact that her team was at that moment with her European old friends in her former boyfriend’s castle was not helping at all. Deep inside she wished Mr. Dickenson hadn’t invited her to make part of the BBA plan to destroy the abbey. But it was too lat
Read My Mind (Shy!Reader x Charles Xavier)You were starting to regret the decision to tell Raven about your slight crush on Charles. Now she wouldn't leave you alone about it. She kept teasing about you both becoming sister in laws. And every time Charles would pass by, she would give such stupid looks.
Currently, the teasing was continuing as you were walking back to the Mansion from training outside today. "Raven, will you /please/ stop!" "Okay! Okay! I'll stop teasing you. I know you don't like it." You relaxed with a sigh of relief. Then Raven continued, "But just to be sure, I'm totally going to be the maid of honor at your wedding right?" "Raven!", you scolded her. She just laughed it off. After a moment you mumbled, "Besides, there can't be a wedding if he doesn't even know I like him. I mean, how could I ever tell him? He probably doesn't like me back anyway. He's so handsome, why would he ever like me? And if I told him and he rejected me... That would be so embarrassing!" You didn't realize your ranting, until Raven
What If the Storm Ends?[Akito and Jewel]
Akito knew early on in the day that a storm was coming so he spent the day at an in-door training area; it was muggy in there but he dealt with it. When it started, the bout of drizzle was gone at the snap of a finger before the real storm hit. It was late now and the downpour outside was at full power from the wind shaking the trees and blowing the rain in every which direction. Within seconds of stepping out the lieutenant was soaked nearly head to toe. Fucking hell... Akito hated the rain.
On his way home he spotted someone huddled up under a tree. The dull light given off the lanterns that hung from a small eatery nearby made the pink hair stick out against the dark shapes of the foliage; he knew who it was. Akito furrowed his brow and went over. Jewel had her face buried in her knees and her arms hooked around her calves. Akito nudged on her side with his foot. "Whaddaya doin'?"
Su mano heladaAh, su mano helada, como la deseaba. En medio de la oscuridad caminábamos, nos adentrábamos en un bosque de cuentos de terror, donde no sabíamos con qué nos encontraríamos. Supuse entonces que su visión, como criatura nocturna, estaría adaptada para el ambiente y así fue. Intenté seguirle el paso y más de una vez tropecé con alguna rama vieja de los altos árboles que no permitían el paso de la luz de la luna. Me preguntaba desde qué época habrán estado allí, cuál era la última persona que cruzó aquel mítico lugar o incluso si alguna vez alguien lo hizo. Pensé incluso que era la primera, pero tal conclusión me pareció egocéntrica. Un lugar divino alejado del resto del mundo, un Edén perdido entre las tinieblas. Aquellos gigantescos árboles que no podía dejar de mirar, gruesos y raídos troncos, hojas multicolores que resplandecían, pa
Chance of A Lifetime"Hey, Bouchard!" A voice called from down the hall. Marcie raised an eyebrow as her name was called, pausing in the hall and momentarily causing a halt in traffic. She looked over her shoulder to see Reed making her ways towards her with a grin, a giant among the crowd, shoving first years away to make a path.
"What?" she sighed, and his grin widened. He came up next to her, slinging a lanky arm over her shoulders. His fingers toyed with one of her curls. She let him.
"Aw, not even a proper hello? That's rude, Marce," he informed her, pouting slightly.
"Terribly sorry," she said, rolling her eyes. "And don't call me that."
"I'll call you whatever I like," he said, smirking at her, and she matched his expression.
"Fine then, Micah," she said pointedly, elbowing him in the side slightly. His smirk grew.
"Well played, Bouchard," he said, his blue eyes full of humor, even the odd, sightless one. "Feel free."
She was suddenly very aware of his arm slung around her shoulders, and she
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